A poem begins with a lump in the throat
Poets like Shakespeare know more about poetry than any $25 an hour man.
A true sonnet goes eight lines and then takes a turn for better or worse and goes six or eight lines more.
Have I not walked without an upward look Of caution under stars that very well Might not have missed me when they shot and fell? It was a risk I had to take-and took.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
If you don't know how great this country is, I know someone who does; Russia.